LOGINCASSIAN'S POV She moves like she’s untouchable, like every step away from me is a reminder that I’ve already lost—and I hate it more than I’ve ever hated anything in my life.The smell of rain clings to my lungs as I stalk up the short flight of stairs to the front door where Nina stood, hands folded to mask her shiver. The door yawns open before I get there, and a middle aged man in a monkey jacket steps out, grinning from ear to ear when he sees me.“Mr Cross, I'm Varney, and I'm the new butler…” “So I heard. Is the fire going?” “Yes, sir, but I —”“Good.” I turn to Nina's shivering frame. “Go sit by the fireplace, so you can…get warm.”Her jaw works like she wants to say something, but she decides against it, brushing past me with a suppressed breath. Shamelessly, I let my eyes linger on the sway of her hips, stopping only when the butler shifts on his feet. “Okay, Varney, get our bags inside and er…retire for the night.” A smile tugs at his lips, and he bows slightly. “Tel
NINA'S POV I’ve always believed that if something hurts you enough, the only logical response is to stop reaching for it. Funny how I hardly ever listen to my own advice.If I could just think before making decisions, maybe I wouldn't have followed him home that first night. It would have been easier to avoid him, to exist without the memories piercing through my mind.The jet is landing, and I feel my heart drop with each second the tarmac draws closer. I grit my teeth through the light turbulence and keep my gaze fixed on the window until the jet cruises to a stop.All this time, I feel him staring. His cold stare weighs heavy on my skin, settling on my neck like he could wrap his fingers around it and pull me in.I'm doing it again, fuck.My fingers unclasp my seatbelt and I rise from my seat the same time as he does. The door hisses open, letting down the airstairs. My cheeks feel hot, and my heart pounds as he smoothes his shirt and walks out into the cold. You can do this, N
NINA'S POV The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks like she’s grieving something she was never supposed to have, and I curse under my breath.My throat feels sore, and the taste of metal rests on my tongue. I unzip my purse with numb fingers and pop a breath mint.My phone screen flickers on, and I realise that we still have five hours left. Did I just cry for a whole hour over a married man? I really need to get it together. I went from avoiding him, to hating him, to being obsessed with his scent and the way he looks at me.Pathetic is the word you're probably thinking of…yeah.I brush back my hair until the bun looks slick, and my makeup sits on my face, shielding the world from my misery. Shielding him.I have done my research on toxic relationships, and it doesn't take a genius to know exactly what is happening here. He's not mine, and he never will be. There's no use pretending this will go anywhere, but I fear I might have cursed myself, for every moment spent away f
NINA'S POV I used to think fear made you run, now I realise that sometimes, it makes you walk straight into the fire.My feet halt beside the empty seat, heart pounding in my ears. My jaw moves on its own, and I hear my voice,“Whatever you have to say, make it quick.” If my words annoy him, he does a good job at hiding it, and watches with a straight face as I sink into the seat and set my purse on the fold out table between us. Every nerve on my neck stands on end, and I tuck my fingers in my lap to hide their trembling.How wrong I was, to think that I could sit so close to him and not catch on fire. And what a silent fire he is, watching me with grey eyes that trail up my skin and rest on my face.“Spit it out, Cross.” My voice sighs.“Just sit there and be quiet. I'm trying to decide what to do with you.” He leans back like he already knows the outcome of this conversation.“Is the world ending? Mr Cross is out of ideas. Or…have you finally lost control?” I fold my hands acros
NINA'S POV Waiting for Cassian feels a lot like waiting for a storm—you know it’s coming, you just don’t know how much it’s going to destroy.My boxes lean against the wall, untouched. I need to pack for this trip, but my mind won't stop racing.True to his words, Cassian Cross didn't even look at me for the rest of the night. Morning came, and I had a car waiting before I even put my robe on.He didn't say a word when I said goodbye, and when I walked past him, I heard him hold his breath — like he couldn't stand to breathe the same air as me. Too bad, because in the next four hours, we will be sharing a plane, and I'm pacing like an idiot when I should be packing.Shit. I haul a box to the middle of my room, cursing when the zip bursts free and my unfolded clothes spill out.I try to focus on the task at hand, but my body is still wrecked from the other night, and his stormy eyes haunt me with every blink.I should not have lied to him. He already knew. I should have run after h
NINA'S POV The way Cassian is looking at me tells me everything—he found something he was never meant to see. But what?“Why are you holding my phone, Cassian?” His eyes dropped to his hands, as if he's surprised he's even holding it, but I know this is an act. “I was just…curious.” He turns the phone over in his hands.“Can I uh…can I have my phone?” I hold out my hand, and I feel the burn of his eyes as they slither up to my face.I can't look at him. I can't look into those stormy grey eyes that once held so much passion, yet all I feel is the urge to face him, to take my phone back and shut the fuck down.“You want your phone back?” His voice is low, too low.I force a sigh, desperate to expel this weight in my ribs.“Cassian, I can't do this right now. Why the fuck did you check my phone?” “You want to check mine?” He cocks his head.“That's not what I asked you.”“It's not a ‘no’.” He sets the phone right by the sink, and I stumble forward to grab it.The screen lights up,
NINA'S POVThe door doesn't budge.Locked.“Quick! Get my laptop and pull up my schedule.”Cassian's hoarse whisper does little to unfreeze my bones.“Nina!”Calm down, Nina. We're both fully dressed. Nothing happened…yet.“Hey…you're okay. I got you.” He closes the distance between us.He cups my
CASSIAN'S POV“Before we begin, I’d like to make it clear that whatever we say here will not leave these walls.”I stand at the head of the conference table, thoughts colliding in my mind.I shouldn't have touched Nina like that, but I wasn't thinking. It's like my brain just turns off when she com
NINA'S POVI feel numb. But numbness doesn't come with butterflies.I woke up this morning with a racing heart, and I hated how I longed for his voice.Vegas plays like a wicked loop in my mind, and my body is caught between wanting him and hurting from him.I knew this was doomed from the start.I
NINA'S POVI swallow the bile of frustration rising in my throat, staring up at him across the desk.It's a wonder how one man can make me simultaneously furious and ridiculously alive.The nerve on this man to drag me in here and threaten my job and my office? My purple haven?Now it's clear why h







